I stayed up awhile last night finishing Sputnik Sweetheart (Haruki Murakami) after my houseguests went to bed last night. As always, I love Murakami's work. I'm not particularly good at figuring out why I like a particular author's work however. Murakami's characters never quite seem to fit in to the world around them. This one reminded me more of Norwegian Wood than his other more bizarre (and in some ways better) works.

Did you know that sputnik means "travelling companion" in Russian? I might need to adopt that into my English, since there isn't a word for it already (that I'm aware of).

I started a Pinkwater collection before finally crashing. It should be good bizarre light reading.
posted by Kristin Buxton at 9:18 AM